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"MID-SEASON":  a winter-rupting poem                   by Geoff Garwick of Minnesota. 

3/4/2016

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© Copyright Geoffrey Byron Garwick.  All Rights Reserved.
 

What is the price of winter –
All those summers dead and gone?
Half the buffet sits emptied,
The still sunlight’s gold, but wan.
No warmth left to be mirrored
In the ice-wrinkled lies of dawn.
 
Then, just when I’m a loyal thrall of gloom,
Some damned, scarlet-blurting cardinal
Wings to punctuate the tree-streaked blank of sky.
Or a six-yeared granddaughter whirls past,
Doing a roundoff with – count them –
One, two, back handsprings.
 
Where’s the consistency of theme or mood?
I want a refund, or, at least a recount.
Better yet – more thyme on my cold curry.


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Susan Horn link
9/8/2016 08:24:13 am

Geoff, Loved the poem. I'm wondering if you are related to Jennifer Garwick, a friend of mine from high school? She had a brother Geoff.

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